Be Yourself My Bright Eyed Babe. Poem by Terry Collett

Be Yourself My Bright Eyed Babe.



Be yourself my bright-eyed babe,
Sense the wings beneath the skin,
Feel the frozen fires within,

Reach out with the timorous hand,
Touch the warm but dying frame,
Hold the heart and squeeze the blood,

Kiss the lips without return,
Which, being chilled with death,
Seal the coffin of your love.

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